Dreams
During the last few weeks I have been seeing dreams that are becoming more and more disturbing. At first they were well quite normal. Everyone of us has dreams of dying sometimes. But the frequency is worrying. In last week alone I have seen myself die four times. First it by choking. Then by jumping of the clift. Next one was when I died into the snow (The poem mimi-elizabetha.livejournal.com/31082.html snow falling is about this time). And lastly I was eaten alive by a drunken old man. Last two mentioned happened at my childhood grounds under the eyes of my childhood friends. Ghastly.
But this is not the most disturbing dream I have had lately. The most disturbing I saw last nigth. It started quite normally. We were flying with balloons to a tropical island. But my balloon dropped into a church. Then I was cruxified and made into an altar painting. The pain was very real.
After maybe an half an hour I was taken down by someone I use to know. We talked and found our way to the island. But it was filled cannibals (Another theme maybe?) and we were consumed one by one.
Normally I don't remember my dreams. Or if I do they are not about death or with logical story. Normally my dreams are more like flashes of things that have happened or are about to happen. And this remembering these things worries me the most. Because really who wants to remember how it feels to be eaten or frozen to death?
Well maybe this will pass.
But this is not the most disturbing dream I have had lately. The most disturbing I saw last nigth. It started quite normally. We were flying with balloons to a tropical island. But my balloon dropped into a church. Then I was cruxified and made into an altar painting. The pain was very real.
After maybe an half an hour I was taken down by someone I use to know. We talked and found our way to the island. But it was filled cannibals (Another theme maybe?) and we were consumed one by one.
Normally I don't remember my dreams. Or if I do they are not about death or with logical story. Normally my dreams are more like flashes of things that have happened or are about to happen. And this remembering these things worries me the most. Because really who wants to remember how it feels to be eaten or frozen to death?
Well maybe this will pass.